In The Future
Chapter one
Ianto woke up and looked out the window like he did every morning; only it wasn't like any other raced outside to get a better world had yellow grass and no trees at all. The sky which should have been blue was now a dark red colour. There were no cars around or anybody walking near him. There was just Ianto in this world of despair. Ianto walked and walked hoping that he could find a place to sleep or somebody to ask what was going on.
There was nobody.
Ianto found a small patch of the yellow grass. He walked over to sit down on it. When he sat the grass crumbled away, it was like an old leave when you squeeze it in your hands. He was alone and scared. Ianto thought about what might have happened to take him here. What his parents were thinking if they even knew he was gone by now. Tears fell down the lonely Welsh man's cheeks when he thought about his parents. Ianto sat there for a long time thinking. It was starting to get cold and late, at least Ianto thought it was late, his watch had stopped working since he appeared here.
Ianto drifted off and just as that happened a silhouette of a man appeared . The mysterious man kneeled down and grabbed Ianto's shoulders. Ianto slept on. The man rumaged around in his coat pocket and found a syringe he poured a weird looking liquid inside. It was cloudy so it was hard to tell what colour it was but if you looked closely you could see a small amount of red. The man lifted Ianto's eyelid up and inserted the liquid as if it was an eye drop. When this happened Ianto's eyes shot open and then his body stiffened and he lay on the floor motionless with the slight movement of his chest moving up and down.
The man picked Ianto up and put him over his shoulders and carried him away. They walked to the middle of absoulutely nothing. Ianto began to wake. The man stopped walking and put Ianto on the floor then he clapped three times. The ground shook and cracked it made a hole in the ground. When the hole stopped getting wider a slab of patio appeared with a door at the end of it. The man picked Ianto up and walked over to the door. It had a gold handle and a small letter box that had the number 53. The door opened with a loud creak. They walked inside. They entered a small house with all the furniture that Ianto used to have in his house. The man placed Ianto on a small yet modern in Ianto's time coffee table. Ianto screamed when he saw the place he had been put in. It was his own house.